I grew up in a secular interfaith household where my parents boiled down all the holidays to their celebratory essences. Christmas was a tree, stockings, and presents. For Easter, my sister and I…dyed eggs and the “Easter Bunny” left baskets filled with chocolate and jelly beans. On Hanukkah we lit the menorah (forgetting some nights), sang songs, and ate chocolate gelt. The winning combination of candy and gifts ensured that these were enjoyable holidays for us as kids. But Passover was different. As a heavily ritualistic holiday… >> Read More
A few years before my husband Adam's grandma passed away, we started asking for some of her recipes so we could record them and continue to enjoy them on holidays. Grandma Jean was the…quintessential old world Jewish grandmother. Tiny, with a thick Polish accent, her world centered around food and family. She cooked mostly old-world Ashkenazi dishes, and was very serious about them. The first Rosh Hashanah Adam and I spent together was in Rio Grande City, in south Texas near the Mexico border. Since none of our friends… >> Read More
Recently, my 3-year-old son came tiptoeing downstairs long after we had put him down for the night. “I can’t sleep,” he said, hugging his stuffed dog.
“Do you want a guggla-muggla?” I…asked, opening the fridge and reaching for a carton of milk. My husband snorted. “First of all, it’s ‘guggle muggle,’” he said. “Second, you make it for colds, not insomnia.” “Says who?” I asked. “My grandma,” he replied, definitively. Like most discussions about Jewish food in our household, this one had its origins in our… >> Read More